Me: So Amy and I were talking about how different people handle being insecure around new people. Like when she gets shy or uncomfortable she gets more talky, which is the opposite of how I deal. I was terrified socially when I was young so I developed a bitchy exterior to deflect having to talk to people, you know, as a defense for being shy.
Drew: Well, you must be REALLY shy then…
Me: Not so shy I can’t smother you with a pillow when you’re sleeping.
Drew: My life is going to be hell until Halloween, isn’t it?
Me: You mean the day that I am restored to my rightful throne as Queen of the Universe?
Drew: No, I mean the day that you dress like a whore and pretend it’s 1989. Oh wait, that’s every day.
Me: Don’t worry, babe, you’re on the guest list. Can you rub my feet now?
Drew: Sigh…
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